a small handheld book folded from one sheet of Fabriano paper holds colors within a greyed horizon --
“So mountains are languages and languages are mountains.” Etal Adnan from 'Surge’
To live at the horizon becomes larger than mountain & sky
where poems reside
on lichen lined limbs within sodden forest floors on mountains, in valleys in between clouds and sky
color from the valley the greyed sky the pelting rain dawn dusk
Thank you Monika Sosnowsk and Peter Dudek for inviting me up to Bascom Lodge for a swell day of looking, painting and writing. Thanks to the dinner guests that listened while I read Anne Carson, Ada Limon, Thoreau and a few of my poems.
[images of residency book, early orange dawn sky, atop the memorial tower, the valley, the lodge, the rain at the end of the day]
